He laughed when he drew abreast, swinging one leg over Mabel and sliding to the ground. “You are exceptionally easy to tease, my dear.”
“And you are extremely irritating. You could be helping me, you know! These people don’t seem to understand that I can’t do anything while wearing that stuff.”
“I’m told that well-fitting armor is not cumbersome at all.”
“That may be, but I can guarantee you that this stuff isn’t well-fitting in the least.”
He looked at the armor, lifting first the chest piece, then the shin protectors, glancing at Clarence. “There hasn’t been time for armor to be made for Gwen. This won’t fit her well, and will, in fact, most likely hinder her as she conducts her appointed duties.”
Clarence grabbed Bottom’s saddle cinch, and gave it a mighty jerk. The horse’s eyes na
